Miss Star, spoiled by her father and brother

“Isn’t that Yves Theodore? The Federation people are here too.” Kane recognized the blond man on the monitor at a glance.

Interstellar politics is a required course in their professional cultural studies curriculum. In addition, he also takes one-on-one private lessons to study it specifically. He has a thorough understanding of the leaders and power distribution of various planets and countries, let alone their number one adversary.

"Dogs have a really good nose; sure enough, they're involved in all sorts of things like burning, killing, and looting."

“There are no secrets in the world. Goodell Planet does not belong to the jurisdiction of any authority, and no one can stop them from coming,” Sifus said expressionlessly.

"We haven't settled the score with them from last time yet. I really want to get back at them for both the old and new grudges."

Kane was filled with grief and indignation at the thought of his friends and classmates who had died in that exercise, and he wished he could concentrate his firepower and blast the area below into nothingness.

Especially Yves, who was the "third prince" of an enemy country. He rarely had such a good opportunity.

Seeing Ganz beside him, Kane sighed deeply, feeling a deep sense of regret.

Ganz stared intently at the monitor screen. When the camera panned across the screen at a certain angle, his pupils contracted. He stepped forward and zoomed in on the image, his eyes welling up with tears as he said, "Second Brother..."

Sifus and Kane also looked at the screen. The man in the center of the screen had one eye swollen and bleeding, half-closed in a sickly manner, and his face was covered in bruises, but his outline still showed some resemblance to Ganz.

Seeing his brother in such a bad state, Ganz almost bit his gums until they bled, and even his fists were trembling.

Unable to contain himself any longer, he suddenly turned around and walked outside.

Kane and a sergeant quickly stopped him.

"Calm down! They're holding bombs. If they're shot and let go, the bombs will explode as soon as they hit the ground! Everyone around will die!"

"Yes! You must not panic, especially in situations like this! If they see that you are anxious, the initiative will fall into their hands! The more anxious you are, the more arrogant they will become, and they will make more unreasonable demands, testing your bottom line step by step. Once it starts, it will never end."

“If you fall behind from the start, you'll always be at a disadvantage. They know that threatening you with hostages will work, so they're even less willing to let go. Do you understand, Ganz?”

Gantzton stood there, suppressing all his emotions, and let out a soft "hmm" in his throat.

Kane breathed a sigh of relief and returned to stand in front of the monitor: "What are they talking about? I always feel that Yves is a cunning and scheming man."

"General, what do we have to say?"

“No, let them speak first,” Siforth said calmly.

Negotiation is a process of bargaining, and the party that makes the first offer essentially reveals their hand and expectations. Since they currently hold the advantage, they won't do that.

The people below quickly took action.

Yves cupped his hands to his mouth and shouted upwards, "Which Imperial army is coming?! Could you tell me?!"

Sifus made no move.

Yves waited a while, but no one answered. He sighed helplessly and muttered, "So aloof..."

He took a breath and continued shouting, "Can we talk further?! I'll go up alone! Let's all have a proper talk face to face!"

"team leader!"

"This is too risky!" the Federation soldiers urged, trying to stop them.

"What else can we do? Are you confident that you can safely evacuate and break through the encirclement?"

The group was speechless.

Meanwhile, a starship in the sky finally moved, slowly approaching until it was right above the group of people, and then it lowered a rope ladder from the bottom.

Under the worried gazes of his men, Ian stepped onto the rope ladder, gripped it tightly, and slowly rose higher.

Before anyone came up, Siforth turned to Ganz and said, "Hide and don't show yourself until I send someone to find you."

After saying that, he looked at a soldier and said, "You go with him."

"Yes."

Although Gantz was puzzled, he did not disobey his orders and followed the soldiers with a heavy heart.

Yves was immediately pinned against the wall with his hands behind his back and subjected to a thorough body search. Not only were all his weapons removed, but even the metal buttons and belt on his clothes were searched.

"Hey, I mean, isn't this a bit unnecessary?"

He raised his hands, his trousers, no longer secured by a belt, hanging loosely on his buttocks.

The soldiers ignored his joking demeanor, keeping their guns pointed at his vitals, and said with an iron fist, "And shoes and socks too."

For a moment, Yves was so angry he almost couldn't keep up his smile, but he was under someone else's roof and had to bow his head. He obediently did as he was told, all the while muttering to himself:

"I've already infiltrated your stronghold. How could I possibly take on so many people with my bare hands? Who is your superior? You seem a bit too afraid of losing your life."

A soldier picked up the boot that had been kicked at him, pressed it somewhere, and a sharp blade sprang out. He sneered and looked up at Yves.

Yves gave an awkward laugh: "Would you believe me if I said I didn't intend to use it to assassinate your superior?"

The soldier ignored him and continued tinkering, quickly disassembling many more small parts: recording devices, signal transmitters, and a bunch of small pills of different colors and shapes…

Yves was truly unable to remain calm now; his eyes were overflowing with surprise.

He hadn't expected these soldiers to be so well-trained, able to find even such a well-hidden trap.

Is this the case for all the Empire's troops, or just this particular group? If this is their general level, then the Empire's strength is terrifying.

A strong sense of crisis rose in Yves' heart.

"Report, the search has been completed, you can proceed." The soldier said into the walkie-talkie.

"Bring him to the command center."

Upon hearing the voice on the other end of the walkie-talkie, Yves's ears twitched; the voice sounded very familiar.

He kept recalling the events along the way, until he saw the father and son sitting and standing in the command room, and then he suddenly realized what was going on.

It was Sifus!!!

That's him! It's that voice that frequently appears in the news and diplomatic settings, along with that imposing gaze and appearance.

This is actually the Fourth Army commanded by Siforth... No wonder...

Yves was stunned for a good ten seconds before he reacted, then quickly covered up his embarrassment and said with a smile, "General Seifert, Kane, I really didn't expect it to be you two."

“I didn’t expect to see you here, Yves.” Sifus sat in a chair, legs crossed, fingers interlaced on his stomach.

Although he was shorter than his opponent at eye level, even from this angle, Siforth's eyes held a disdainful and superior-like scrutiny. His aura was so powerful that an ordinary person would likely be unable to stand upright.

Yves was also under immense psychological pressure. If he had known that coming here would mean fighting against Siforth's army, he might have simply abandoned the plan altogether.

Unfortunately, it's too late to say anything now.